It’s Saturday


Here we are, Saturday of holy week.  Have you ever wondered why Saturday is a part of holy week?  I really haven’t ever thought about it until today; but I think God must have had a reason for waiting 3 days.

Obviously we know the significance of Friday.  Christ died on Friday, everything came to a head, it all hit the fan.  Jesus said he was going away and it happened.  Everyone that wanted Jesus out of their life and off the religious scene finally got their way.  God turned his back to sin and Jesus finished it.

And we have Sunday, the resurrection.  Time to celebrate that God solved the equation, God is still a righteous judge, the wages of sin is still death, and yet I can be forgiven by grace.  The cross is empty, Jesus is alive, and suddenly everything makes sense.  Sunday is the year of jubilee, life is good, and I know the truth and it has set me free.

But what about Saturday?  Think about the disciples on Saturday.  Just a few days ago they were still kicking it with Jesus and all was fine.  Now Jesus is dead and they are left to pick up the pieces.  Imagine mentally going over everything Jesus said and did, wondering what exactly everything meant, and wondering what might happen next.  Everything changed in the matter of a few hours and here they are, alone.  Imagine Peter on Saturday, that had to have been the longest 3 days of his life.  I can imagine the one word that would define Saturday is silent.  Silent Saturday.

As I think about this, I realize there have been several times in my life and in my faith that it has been Saturday.  I have hit rock bottom and I know what I hope for, but all I find is silence.

Perhaps you look around and it is Saturday in your life.  Maybe it is Saturday in your ministry.  We all have Saturdays.  But you know what?  Sunday will come.  God will show up.  It might be only a day away, or perhaps it might be longer, but no matter what know that Sunday is coming!

Good…but not easy


I just finished my first week officially in my new position at Cloverdale.  The past month has been one of transition as I gradually handed more and more off to our new youth pastor.  For the first time in my adult life I am not a youth pastor and it does feel weird.  I am very confident this entire thing is good, but it also has not been easy.

There have been several months of prayer and lots of conversations with those closest to me through this entire process.  However I realize for those outside my inner circle this change has come as a surprise.  I hope this post can answer some questions if you have them.  Or if you are seeking God about a change in your life I hope this can help in some way.

Ecclesiastes 3:1, 10-11 (NLT) For everything there is a season…I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time.

Having been in the church my entire life I have seen a lot of pastors change positions and/or churches.  Especially the last 15 years being closely involved in the youth ministry world, I have heard a lot of people say “I just know it is time to change.”  That has never made sense to me…until now.  I still have the same burden for teenagers to fall in love with Jesus and I want youth ministry to win as much today as ever before.  However, I knew my season as the youth pastor at Cloverdale had come to an end; I either needed to change roles on our staff or do youth ministry in a different church.  I trusted God to give me the right answer, and I feel he did exactly that.

Ecclesiastes 3:4 (NLT) A time to grieve and a time to dance

Now that the transition is actually happening I feel like I am grieving and dancing all at the same time.  I am happy to see the good side of all these changes, but it also hurts in many ways.  Remembering all that God did in this past season calls for dancing.  Realizing all that could have been done better is humbling.  And handing off what feels like a part of you to someone else is gut wrenching.  Knowing God is leading this brings a lot of comfort, but I still am grieving as well.

Psalm 30:11-12 (NIV) You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever.

As the season changes in my life and ministry, I realize that it is important to grieve to bring a proper close to that chapter.  I committed to do youth ministry until God told me to do something different, and now that He has it is time to grieve, to celebrate, and move on.  I gave my all to this past season, and I will give my all to the next one.  I am excited to see what God has in store!